Part 1

“Bend over, Justin.”

The tone of his voice brooks no argument, but he can’t be serious.

“You can’t fuck me here, Brian. We’re in a clothing store.”

“In the change room.” He points as he talks. “And I’m not going to fuck you.”

I look at him, my feet moving even though my head is starting to send out little alarm bells.

“I’m going to spank you.”

He says it nonchalantly, like he’s telling me what he wants for dinner. I stop, the vicious rush of blood to my dick making me light-headed for a second.

“Bri…” I start to protest but he’s already holding the door open, waiting for me. I can’t believe I’m walking in.

He doesn’t even smile, he just watches me. I feel my face burning. He looks at my pants, then back at my face.

His voice is deceptively soft when he speaks. “Take them off, Justin.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t seem to be able to say anything. I fumble with my zipper, my hands clumsy and awkward. My cock is suddenly so hard it hurts.

He sits on the little stool in the change room, still watching me. He lets his eyes roam my body, very slowly. I stand, waiting. My pants are in a pile at my feet. He brings his eyes back to my face and I blush. He nods and my heart clenches. What the fuck am I doing?

I lower myself to my knees, moving towards him, then lay myself over his lap. His pants are rough beneath me, the wool of his suit prickling my skin. I resist the urge to squirm.

He lifts me up a bit, his warm hand making me gasp when it closes around my cock. I moan quietly when he moves it between his legs, pushing me back down once it’s trapped by his long thigh muscles.

The spanks are hard and fast, the sound of his hand echoing in the small space. I blush furiously when I realize anyone walking by will hear this, the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin. My cock weeps the moment he pauses, blood rushing to my ass where his hand was, then flooding back to my dick in a wicked cycle.

He starts again and I jerk, biting down on the moan that wants to come out. His thighs squeeze my cock and I’m panting before he even starts talking.

“You love this, don’t you Justin.” His voice is so low I barely hear him, and the sound makes me shiver. “Love it as much as you love me fucking you. Love the feel of my hand on your ass… the heat… the sting.” I feel the blood in my cock surge. “Love it as much as you love me.” He smiles as he says that.

I whimper when he stops again, his hand caressing my hot skin softly. I lift my hips automatically when he reaches around to my cock, checking me.

“Such a wet boy, Justin.” His voice is a murmur, his hand moving away too fast. I can feel his cock against the side of my body, can feel that I’m not the only one who likes this. My mouth floods at the thought of tasting him, of making him come. I want him to hurry.

He stops caressing my ass, lifts his hands away from my body. I wait, my cock throbbing. I can’t see much of him other than his legs, so I don’t know what he’s doing. I jump a little when his hand touches my head, turns my face to the opposite wall. His fingers are so gentle it makes me marvel for a minute – how he can slap my ass and caress my face with the same hand. And both touches tell me what he feels, what he gives to me, as well as what he takes.

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to because I see the mirror the moment my head turns.

I suck in a breath at the sight of us. I can’t look away despite the rush of embarrassment that fills me, because the heat is stronger. I drink in his aroused face, his elegant suit, his dark shiny shoes. My red ass, my even redder face, my pale skin against the dark wool. It all swirls together in my brain and I feel like I’ll come if he touches me.

I hear the small strangled moan come out of my mouth as I watch his hand move, then gasp as the spanks start again. His other hand comes to the back of my head and holds me there, keeps me watching us. I see my body flinch slightly when each slap lands, see how still he is despite how hard it feels. I know he’s not using anywhere near as much force as he can, but I’m still surprised at how effortless it looks.

I’m mortified at the sight of my body over his knees, more so at how much it turns me on.

And I’m dying from the urge to rut between his legs but I don’t dare. I wonder if I’ll still be able to see us when I blow him. I flush at the thought that he will, that he’ll watch the whole thing.

When he stops, I choke out a small sob, my chest heaving. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. He motions me up with his head and I slide off him, my dick almost touching my stomach as I kneel. I reach for his belt but he stops my hand. I look at him, and he just smiles at me.

“Get dressed.”

I hear the little sound of protest from my lips before I see his eyebrow go up. I want to touch him, so I move closer and let my fingers slide across his chest. He keeps smiling at me, but I can tell that I’m not getting what I want. Not right now, anyway. I frown in my frustration. He usually lets me touch him when we do this. I know he’s horny, so I don’t understand why he doesn’t want me to. The thought that I can’t makes me want it more. Makes me ache for it. And he fucking knows it.

I hate that he knows me as well as I know myself. That he knew I’d leave, but then knew I’d come back eventually. That he waited, all the while appearing not to.

That he knows that sometimes, not very often, this is what I need.

And today, he’s going to make me earn it. I feel the tingle run through my body as I realize that he’s going to drag this out, going to take me with him, wherever it is that we’re going. And I’ll follow him. I realized that too, when I was gone. I may need to step away sometimes, even for a long time, but I’ll always come back. And he’ll always be there when I do. It’s just what we do.

I start to pull on my underwear but he interrupts me,

“No. Leave them off.”

I flush, my dick jumping a little as his words register. He checks his hair in the mirror, fixes his tie while he waits for me to finish. I straighten up, watching him.

“Let’s go.” His voice is firm.

“Where?”

“Change of scenery.” He’s smiling as he opens the door. I follow him into the store, blushing when I realize we didn’t even bother to take any clothes in with us.

He squeezes my ass on the way out of the store, and it makes me twitch. His lips get close to my ear as he smiles at the startled sales guy watching us leave,

“You’re nowhere near done, my love.”

His grin is feral, a flash of the old Brian. I don’t see it very often anymore, after so much has happened between us. But he always knows when it’s what I need, what I crave. And now my heart doesn’t fight my cock the way it used to. Now both of them get what they need.

I take a deep breath, letting him pull me into the street.